The crowd thought the boy in the wheelchair was helpless-until the wild mustang lowered his head to his boots

made Jonah’s anger falter.

“You look like you’ve been chewing tin foil,” Walt said.

Jonah did not turn. “People are talking.”

“People need a hobby.”

“They’re saying it was luck.”

“Some of it was.”

Jonah shot him a look.

Walt held up both hands. “Luck got you in the same arena as that  horse. It did not make him choose you.”

The old trainer handed him a paper continue reading …